It is hard to think of not being here,
Present and in time.
I believe the earth and life
Are always to be mine.
However when I reflect on what I’ve done
And what I plan to do
I realize how fleeting
moments are.
I remember how quickly life can be snuffed out.
We are all hanging by a thread.
Yet we don’t often go as carefully
Or as lightly we should tread.
Some stomp powerfully and loud.
Those can’t keep up the pace
And leave us all wondering
“What could have been if they only stayed a while longer?”
Will I fulfill my destiny?
Or create something all my own?
Will I be surrounded by love ones?
Or will I be one who is left all alone?
Will they speak of the great things I’ve done?
Will they sadly talk of things that will not come?
Or will my life just end and be done,
No one left to say anything about what I have become?
In response to “The Dash”
It is hard to think of not being here,Present and in time.
I believe the earth and life
Are always to be mine.
However when I reflect on what I’ve done
And what I plan to do
I realize how fleeting
moments are.
I remember how quickly life can be snuffed out.
We are all hanging by a thread.
Yet we don’t often go as carefully
Or as lightly we should tread.
Some stomp powerfully and loud.
Those can’t keep up the pace
And leave us all wondering
“What could have been if they only stayed a while longer?”
Will I fulfill my destiny?
Or create something all my own?
Will I be surrounded by love ones?
Or will I be one who is left all alone?
Will they speak of the great things I’ve done?
Will they sadly talk of things that will not come?
Or will my life just end and be done,
No one left to say anything about what I have become?